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I'm at the age
Where I heal, but I don't heal
Where I forget, but I remember
Where I move, but I stand still

Here in a place
Where I can stop, I cannot rest
Thoughts, if I could find them
Put into words, but not expressed
There is more, there is more
I will find it, I am sure

I asked to come here
Now I don't remember why
If this is a lesson
What student then am I ?

Here in a time
Where I have no time to breathe
I can mouth the words
Where they nod, but not believe
There is more, there is more
I will find it, I am sure

I would rather be the gypsy
Than the fool at home
Distance teaches me lessons of its own

I spend my whole life getting ready
I spend my whole life prepared
All this time rehearsing, unaware

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